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things made me nearly mad with lust. “Dresses hang here, a few pairs of pants, but I prefer dresses. I want you to look feminine when we go out,” I finished, turning to find her shockingly close to me. Her eyes were soft and open, the tiniest of smiles on her face.  
    “A man that knows what he wants. I like that.” Her eyebrow arched as her fingers trailed across the lace and satin cup of one bra. “So what do you prefer I wear to bed?” Her voice lowered an octave.  
    My heart hammered at her question, and I shifted on my feet. My collar suddenly feeling ridiculously tight, I tugged at it and tried to restrain myself from throwing her up against the wall of the closet and fucking her senseless.  
    “Whatever is most comfortable for you.” I tried to hide my reaction to her.  
    She sucked a lip between her teeth, and her eyes glanced around the room. “But I don’t have the kind of figure the girls in magazines do.”  
    My heart ached for her. Didn’t she know that she was the measure of all female beauty? “Allie, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. No woman on earth is as ravishing as you are. I look at you and I feel urges that I didn’t know I could feel. I want you like I have never wanted another. Those women you see in magazines don't hold a candle to your spark.”
    I swallowed the ball of desire cutting off oxygen to my brain as my hands clenched at my sides. She was so fucking beautiful. She’d been standoffish all day, and now, late at night, up here in this tiny confined space, she was ruining me. I was telling her how much I wanted her, just how much she meant to me.
    “What are you doing to me?” I whispered, my fists digging into the shiny curls of her soft hair, threading the strands and tugging as my lips finally attached to hers. I plunged my tongue between her pouty lips and thrust and devoured rhythmically, one palm running across her hot skin, sliding down one strap of that glittery fucking dress I’d been imagining peeling off her all night.  
    And the best part, she kissed me back. Her hands crawled up my biceps and clutched at my shoulders, one hand running across the nape of my neck and tugging on the short strands as her lips pressed against mine. Her tongue swept out and languidly tangled with mine, her soft lips kneading and caressing as I finally tasted her, finally had her.  
    “Asher,” she sighed as I pushed her against the small dresser her delicate undergarments had been placed so neatly in. I lifted her by the hips, setting her on the glossy wood, and felt her legs wrap around my waist, ankles locking me into place between her thighs. Sweet Jesus.  
    My hands fisted at her creamy legs and yanked her tighter around my body until I felt the press of my cock against the delicate flesh between her legs. One palm went up her thigh of its own accord and shoved at the flimsy fabric of her dress. I clutched it in my palms and tore at the offending garment, pulling it higher up her waist so I fit between her legs at a more favorable angle.  
    Before I knew what was happening, her fingers were clutching at the rippled muscles of my back while her head tossed feverishly against the wall. With her delicate throat open to me, I attacked her skin with gentle nips of my teeth and soft caresses of my tongue. I pressed my cock between her legs and worked in small rhythmic circles while my pants grew more strained. Her eyelids fell closed. I watched riveted as one slow moan fell from her full lips and she bit down hard, stifling another groan as her muscles went rigid around me. My heart thundered with longing and joy. Her fingers tightened at my biceps and pulled at my hair as she rode my dick through the thick fabric of my dress pants.  
    Jesus Christ, she was a fucking goddess like this.  
    Her body heaved, her muscles finally loosened, her eyes opened before her gaze finally landed on mine. I stood there frozen, still incredibly hard and even more turned on than